a wrist done healing ne'r last long
 a mark gone peeling is the sad
 a scratch in a flesh, a scar on my mind
 it's all part of that song
 the one of teh saddest kind.

 and I waste the new
 i make yet more
 another small mark of gore
 on the new wrist i grew.

 skin breaks,
 and blood flakes
 another decision
 I didn't make.
 i cry for today
 and bleed for tomorrow
 yesterday and yesteryear
 those fell in a bloddy tear.
 cry and die
 dye and cry 
 all teh while
 asking why.
 
 why you hate me
 why you bait me
 it's too late
 to change my fate
 another mate
 in a place so desolate
and  a time so dreary
nothing but weary
as i journey.

 and here i sit
 quite and peaceful
 but on teh inside
 my mind is ripped
 and my heart is torn
 another face
 lost in lorne. 

  may your days
 be betetr without
 thoe one you never
 loved
 the one you pushed
 the one you shoved.
 the one you hit
 the one who bit
 the one who was never perfect
 quite enough
 the one who was wrong
 adn just didn't fit.
 may y0our lives be reconciled
 for the pains i imagined 
 that i had to suffer
 maybe now,
 without me here
 you can really cherish
 the bitch you hold dear.
 and you'll forget
 we ever met
 you'll not know
 i was concived
 from love you shared
 and love never shared with me
 and you will see, just how cruel
 the world can really be
 becuase it never ever
 affect and pained you,
 but the cruel world
 that you grew me in
 is the thing,
 that very sin,
 is the cause and endall,
 of my life 
 and of my death.
 Your hatred world
 of disbelief and forgotten faith,
 you cruel ways, 
 and you lust
 left with me with
 one thing i must. 
 the world you love
 and the place you breathe,
 the space you want
 is not for thee,
 and nor will it ever be
 a place for me.


~kyelle